NOTE: This series chronicles the wishes Tina writes in the Wish Journal she received from her aunt when she turned 13. To better understand Tina's character, be sure to read her other wishes in chronological order. Tina returned from class exhausted. Throwing her keys down on the closest surface, she blew stray hairs from her face as she slipped off her shoes. A quick glance at the clock told her that she only had an hour to change, eat, possibly start on an essay due by the end of the week, before heading to work. As she grabbed a granola bar from the cabinet in the apartment's small kitchen, she groaned at the mess on the counter. Of course her roommate "cleaned up" by littering the kitchen with old cereal bowls whose spoons were stuck inside, and coffee-stained mugs that she never set to soak in her sink. And it's great that she did laundry, but Tina nearly tripped over the baskets of winkled clothes in the living room. Ugh! And that pizza box has been on the floor next to the couch for almost two weeks now! Feeling the tight grip of anxiety in her chest, Tina reached her room and closed the door with a sigh. She took a moment to close her eyes and release that uneasy feeling in her chest. When she adjusted, she opened her eyes to look at her own room: it wasn't the cleanest room, but it didn't contain all the missing silverware and mountains of moldy food. Another sigh escaped her lips as she sat down on the edge of her unmade bed and searched the small bookshelf for a reference book in which she made notes in for the essay. That's when she came across the Wish Journal. Tina hadn't used it since the end of her freshman year. Without thinking about the essay or having to go to work, she picked up the nearest writing utensil--a chewed up Mickey Mouse pencil--and opened up the old book. Wish #10: I wish I got along with my roommate. I wish I could see the floor of the living room. I wish I didn't feel so clausterphobic when I want to watch TV and find myself sitting between piles of clothes, books, and dirty dishes. I wish I could take a shower without getting grossed out by an old bandage, or hair on the walls, or scum that only I clean when I'm not working or studying.
I wish I didn't get frustrated so easily. I wish I wasn't a hypocrite when it came to cleanliness. I just wish Ruby would clean up her messes. I wish Ruby was aware and understood the respect that comes from keeping our shared spaces clean. I wish I could communicate better.
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